Contemplated on mysteries, staring up from my bed.
Beautiful patters of light, blending in with shadows,
Amazement and I lose a breath, I realize its borrowed.
Capturing whatever I could, as I stared at the white ceiling,
All I knew, was that I was in the shadows, my mind revealing.
If only I could pocket those lights, take them everywhere,
Maybe I could have transcended, my room shaped in a square.